It did seem like a reckless path to choose when beyond the tracks were wide open fields... well, more like a great distance of flat dirt. Why would I ride so close to the edge?
Is the path I have chosen so treacherous?
My life doesn't seem treacherous- it seems the opposite- safe and private- inconsequential.
But the path was not secluded or sheltered... it was wide open, public, and exposed even though there was no one to see it. I was vulnerable; unprotected; no one to reach out to for help. Perhaps a dangerous path although...
you know... I did not fall.